Mike Corey

But his personal life is in shambles, and it's been affecting his work as a supply officer.

He just hopes Lefevre will give him a chance to explain himself.

Lefevre's door is ajar.

Doyle pauses just outside and takes a moment to smooth the wrinkles on his uniform.

Then, softly, he knocks.

Captain Lefevre, you wanted to see me?

Lefevre looks up from his desk.

He's got gray hair, bushy eyebrows, and an air of quiet authority.

Stacks of paperwork cover his desk.

Ah, yes, it's Doyle, right?

Come in and close the door behind you.

He gestures to a chair in front of his desk, and Doyle sits.

There's an awkward silence as Lefevre fishes a folder out of his stacks.

He opens it, scans the report inside, then looks at Doyle through wire-rimmed glasses.

So, Mr. Doyle, I understand that you've been missing a lot of work lately.

I... I guess that is true, sir.

Care to tell me why?

Doyle takes a deep breath and launches into his story.

A few months ago, he discovered that his wife was having an affair with another guy on the base, a flight mechanic.

When he confronted her, she asked for a divorce and threw him out of the house.